Black Fucking Cancer – Black Fucking Cancer Review

A band that doesn’t pull any fucking punches, Black Fucking Cancer hail from the Bay Fucking Area of California. They create chaotic, crust riddled, sludgy black fucking metal with plenty of death and thrash fucking influence. They are billed as a group of men sick and fucking tired of the disgustingness of the world: perhaps using cancer as a metaphor for the fucking decay of our fucking society, culture, and fucking planet. And they are not wrong to think that fucking way and they are even less wrong to express themselves with black fucking metal.

The band has merely released one fucking demo since their inception in two thousand and fucking nine. That demo, Summoning Aural Hell, was also a fucking fiery fucking romp through the hellish landscape of aggressive, crusty black fucking metal. Following in that vein, and with five fucking years to work on material, Black Fucking Cancer are finally ready for the coming fucking out party.

Their self-fucking-titled, debut-fucking-album is an hour-long dissertation on the ugly hideousness and disease riddled filth that crawl on the crust of this doomed fucking planet. The vocals are angry, in-your-fucking-face and tortured to a point of no fucking return. Vocalist, guitarist “Thrull” gives an award fucking winning performance across the rage-fucking-filled hour. His screams go from a low simmer to a rolling fucking boil in a cauldron of fucking filth. All the while, his guitar bangs out crust influenced, sludgy, punk fucking rock laced chords as the backbone of the fucking band’s compositions.

Handling duties behind the drums is “J.” (Thrull’s bandmate from Circle of Eyes) who hits the fucking drums as if his fucking life depends on it. His rhythm fucking section mate, Nefarion (of the band with the same fucking name) rides in tow, hammering the fucking strings like he’s sawing a fucking tree. On the second fucking track, “Acid Ocean,” the drums open furiously with blasts before settling into a sort of swinging, call and fucking response involving alternating blasts. The ambiance is fucking angry. Angry as fucking hell. Thrull’s vocals are neatly backed by simple hi-fucking-hat usage and tightly clamped fucking cymbals.

Although, it’s important to fucking note that “Acid Ocean” and “Sinn Ritual Void” both exceed the fucking 10 minute fucking mark. Particularly the fucking latter track could use some fucking editing. It falls into a malaise of noisy, clangy fucking clattery monotony saved only by the chugging fucking parts. The former fucking track is the better of the two long tracks but, with a fucking hour long record, editing could have been fucking helpful. For example, the final fucking track, “Communion of the Blood Unholy,” contains fucking samples and fucking noisy clamor yet manages to remain under ten fucking minutes. That track has plenty of unrelenting blasts, crusty fucking chords and more melodic fucking lead lines yet never falls into the fucking doldrums of wasted fucking space.

The opener, “A Sigil of Burning Flesh” and the more medium fucking paced “Blood Stained Whore” are easy fucking redemption for the boys in Black Fucking Cancer. Those two tracks alone, even without the addition of the fucking burner “Exit Wounds,” easily carry the album. Those tracks reveal a band deep in tune with fucking sludge and how to use it effectively to create fucking tension. Combining sludge with crust and black metal and a touch of fucking ambiance, Black Fucking Cancer has far more high points than low.

Overall, despite the lack of editing and the length of the droning, Sunn O))) fucking noise on “Sinn Ritual Void,” Black Fucking Cancer kicks a whole bunch of fucking ass. As the world decays into a slime fucking riddled wasteland of post-fucking-armageddon, Mad-fucking-Max warclans, I hope to be on the side of Black Fucking Cancer. Even if we lose the fucking battle we will have a bunch of fucking sick fucking black fucking crusty fucking sludge fucking metal to fucking hang our fucking weapons and war plunder on. Black Fucking Cancer or get the fuck out.